Your best shots & worst shots

[TwoEyedJack]

My best shot: Coyote at 440 yards, 25 MPH cross wind. Put a 55 gr. pill from a .22-250 in his ear.

Worst shot: Mule deer, nice 4X4, at about 30 yards. Right over his back and I was so stunned I didn't even think to shoot again.

Unfortunately, both had a witness.

 

[haywoodhunter]

My best shot was probably a dove at 50 yards with my bow. wasn't even using my own arrows, I was using an older aluminum arrow that didn't even have a field point or broadhead in.

Worst shot was probably a the doe that i gut shot two years ago. I had my scope at 6 power and it snuck into about 18-20 yards and i hit it about 3 inches too far low and back. Never should have pulled the trigger cause when i got on her, all i could see was brown and what i thought was the shoulder. Learned a valuable lesson that day. Found her after about a 400-500 yard track.

 

[mudriver]

Best Shot: My dad winged a turkey and he couldn't get close enough to finish it. I had a 2X scoped .44 revolver that shot pretty good. I told him I'd get him and my dad said "you'll tear up the meat". So I aimed at the neck at about 80 yards away, pulled the trigger and sure enough, his head fell right off. My dad just shook his head

Worst shot: After some oral surgery my dad asked me hunt with him. I was in pain and had some meds that bothered me (I had stopped taking them 2 days before, but was still a bit off). So I went into the woods and sat against a rock and went to sleep. After 20 minutes something is making a lot of noise next to me. I wake up to see a 6 point Buck about 20 yards away.

So using the same .44 as stated above I proceed to shoot at a large deer only 20 yards away. Of course I missed, and I told my dad I was just chasing it off so I could go back to sleep.

 

[stan rose]

Best shot was probably a two hundred yard off shot at a 12"x12" steel plate with a smooth bore Ithaca Deerslayer. Guessed the hold over and hit twice in a row.
Worst was missing a golf tee at 25 yards with my .22lr for twenty bucks.
Both incidents had witnesses to congratulate and ridicule as appropriate.

 

[Still Shooting]

Best shot (with a little weird luck) was a woodcock in an old, overgrown apple orchard. He busted on the dog, and headed across right-to-left in front of me. I quickly mounted my 20ga. O/U, tracked and led, and just as I was about to pull the trigger the side of the barrel came to a stop against a sapling in front of me. I just leaned left, pulled the trigger, and off to my left there was a "Clank" sound. Went over with my hunting buddy, and we were scrounging in the grass and leaves looking for the bird. Suddenly he said, Nice shot! -It turned out the woodcock had hit the deck inside an old, metal pail lying on its side on the ground.

Worst shot? -A big, 10 point buck about 30 yards away. He was standing broadside, fairly open cover, nothing between me and him. I went to one knee slowly, set the crosshairs on my .270 carefully, squeezed off the shot, and he took off. No blood, no fur, he just motored off over the crest of the knob we were on top of. The next fall, I went back there and stood where I had been on that day. Between me and the buck's position was a forest of 2-3ft high, red-barked shoots sticking up. Had I stayed standing, I would have been in the clear. But when I went to my knee, I put all those sticks between me and the buck. I was hunting with my Dad. To make matters worse, as we walked out to the clearing where the skid road passed by, Dad picked up an old tin can he found, set it up on a dirt bank, and said, "Maybe your scope is off. Try a shot at the can." I raised the .270, pulled the trigger, and drilled the can dead center. It just added insult to injury!

 

[03Shadowbob]

Best shot - from the hip, I hit a running rabbit in he cane fields with my Single Six.
Worst shot - 1st time shooting my grandfathers WW2 1911 when I was about 15. Shooting at a can about 20' away and short shot by about 10' .

 

[Picher]

I've been shooting so many years, I don't remember having a best shot, at least one that people will believe.

My worst shot was when I about 18 years old and was shooting at a woodchuck about 600 yards away, across a low spot in the field. I was behind a cow barn, lying prone with a small bipod I made from copper tubing. At the time, the only CF rifle I owned was a 2.5X Weaver Savage 110, 30-06 that I'd customized with an epoxy-bedded Bishop stock. I was using handloaded 150 grain Bronze Points.

It was a cloudy April day and the chuck was standing on it's mound. I fired one shot and missed, but my buddy couldn't see where the shot went. I asked him to give me another round and raised my POA a bit more.

At the shot, I saw a blue flash and for a split second, thought it was a kill, but at the end of that second, realized that woodchucks don't flash when hit. Then, the flash got really big and we heard the 60 cycle hum of a power line being severed. OOOPS! The power line was in the low spot, about 200 yards from us, but the lines were below the horizon and one, not much above the sight line of the chuck. My wide horizontal crosswire may also have covered it, but the 2.5x scope didn't pick it up.

The power company guy wasn't convinced that we didn't intend to shoot the wire, knocking out power to 5 towns and calling out crews on a Saturday. I expected to get a bill for the work, but never did. I couldn't have paid it anyway. (Oh, yeah, I think the shot missed the chuck, but we didn't go down to check.)

 

[Voodoochile]

My best shot was what I'll call a luck shot.

1985 I had my Great-Great-Grandfathers 1851 Colt Navy .36 cal at the range down home.
I had just loaded it up when a older gentleman come up & told me he haven't seen one in years, long story short there was a target set out to 100 yards & he bet me I couldn't hit it from there.
Before I could decline my dad took him up on his offer, told my dad "I don't think this thing will reach out that far much less hit it."

Well I took a standard weaver stance, held the sight picture a little high to the target & fired.
That little .375 ball hit just about 2" below the center spot & almost centered.

Since then I have had a better respect for my ancestors weapons, they can do more than you can think.

Worst shot was with a Winchester 1886 in .50-110-300 in 1988.
Was shooting at 50 yards at a milk jug & to make it short, that jug lived to laugh at me another day.
6 shots later.

 

[BigN]

I shot a crow at 290 yards with a Rem 700 ADL Varmint in 22-250. However, I also missed a big buck (completely) with 3 shots at 75 yards with a Rem 700 in 7 Mag. hahaha...The thing just stood there looking around for 3 shots and I couldn't hit it!

 

[Reloadron]

Best shots was likely a great 10 shot group in the 10 ring from prone in a DCM shoot many years ago in the rain and mud.

My worst shot was followed a few days later with a call to Ohler to buy new sky screen parts for my chronograph. Pretty bad when you shoot your chronograph sitting 10 feet from the muzzle.

Ron

 

[WNTFW]

Some of us are good at shooting things. Some of us are good at preserving it for posterity. A friend shot this. I made it into a trophy.

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It was a good day, we try to remember the best & forget the worst.

Actual range was over 200yds as it was on the berm past the 200 yd line. He took 1 shot & thought it was a miss because the shell stayed put but there was a nice visible splash on the berm. It was literally 1 shot - 1 shotshell hit. I had some of the same bullets so I pushed one into the hole. The shell is rotated 180* on the base in the pics. His name is on the other side. I just don't post other people's info on the net. Side views show the trajectory to some degree. I stick the shells on plant stalks. It was probably leaning toward us a little.

I did another that was a target spotter. He put 5 hits in a row on a 3" spotter at 600 yds in tricky wind. It was for a match that was cancelled but the guys shot a practice match anyway. Target puller and 2 other guys didn't believe it was a OEM rem 700 barrel. The rifle was rebarrelled between the 2 events. Shell was shot with the new barrel.

 

[osprey176]

One of the best was shooting at man sized targets with my Super Blackhawk at 350 yards.I dropped to the ground in front of my doubting buddies and unloaded a cylinder.First shot hit the ground,but I had my elevation mark.The next five went into the nine and ten rings,with the last shot crossing the "X".I smiled at my stuttering buds and put that gun away! The worst(of many) may have been during a deer drive with the same buddies.I was behind a bush taking care of a traumatic intestinal event that I brought home from an out of state hunting trip.When up from the other side of said bush jumps a buck!I managed to get off two rounds at a close range,but it's hard to move and shoot well with your pants around your ankles.After over 25 years,I still get reminded about that one.

 

[1911 guy]

Best shot(s):
As a newly discharged vet, I went out shooting with my Dad and some friends. One had an AR and handed it to me. At about 50 yards, I crank off about ten shots, pretty quickly. My Dad says "you can't hit anything shooting that fast". A stroll downrange finds all centered in a little more than dime sized.

Worst:
As a kid squirrel hunting, I had a 20ga single shot. Saw a squirrle fairly close, about ten yards. Thinking I'd save more meat, I aimed just off the squirrel and fired. Full choke, pattern didn't open up much at all and I had a wounded squirrel. Took me two more shots, being a slow learner.

Funniest shot:
Two years ago, squirrel hunting with my Dad. One sits on the side of a tree and I pull up my trusty .22 bolt gun. He falls, lays there, then gets up and scampers up the tree. I see a tail disappear down the fork of said tree. Doing my best Jungle Jim impresion, I climb up and peer down into the fork, where there's a hollow. "My" squirrel is there, dead as a doornail. Can't quite reach him. So it's back across the street to the house, retrieve a ladder and my Grandmas' "grabber" thingie. Climb ladder, reach in with grabber thingie and get squirrel. Almost. Rigor mortise has set in and he won't bend enough to get out of the hole. So I reach down with my other hand, grab the tail, drop the grabber and begin tugging the squirrel. Thump. Thump. Finally squeeze him out of the hole. Then I have to carry my rifle, a ladder, Grandmas' grabber thingie and a stif squirrel out of the woods. Ever tried to carry a twenty foot extension ladder through the woods?

 

[Dr T]

Best shot, worst shot,and luckest shot all rolled in to one happened in early November this year.

I have hunted deer on our ranch for over 50 years. Last year, I was unable to hunt due to an injury, so I decided to change out the scope on my Ruger Frontier from a Scout scope to a conventional scope. When I did this, my wrist was in a brace (and I was in a little pain) while sighting the rifle in up here in the Denver area. I made a mistake: I put up two identical targets side by side. I was literally aiming at the target on the right and adjusting the sights based on impacts on the target on the left. The net result was the the rifle was sighted in to shoot about a foot or so to the left of the point of aim.

Fast forward to this year. My brother and I are sitting on a well pad looking over a game trail, and about 130 or so yards away, a nice little whitetail buck steps out of the brush and stands broad side.

I think: Easy shot, we better get this into the smokehouse soon over in Miles, aim carefully and squeeze the trigger.

The deer gave a little start and started looking around, but is still standing there.

I think: Doggoneit! (this is a family board) I pulled the shot! Take careful aim again, and squeeze the trigger.

The deer gave a bit larger start and is beginning to get ready to bolt.

I think: Pulled it LOW! I aim a little high just behind the shoulder and squeeze off a quick shot just as the deer is beginning to turn its head to trot back into the brush.

The bullet caught him just behind the left ear and came out just at the bottom of his right eye socket.

It was probably also the cleanest kill I have made on a deer.

Just goes to show: It is far better to be lucky than good.

The biggest downside of the whole thing was that my older brother was sitting right beside me and saw the whole thing.

 

[788Ham]

The 2 best shots that I recall: My younger brother and I were out rabbit hunting, I had a pump Rem. .22 rifle, shooting .22 shorts, and he had his single shot .22 rifle. As we're walking through a stand of cottonwood trees, off to our right, a flicker took off flying, about 40 yards, I snap shot at it, not even shouldering the rifle. "Hey, you got him" he hollered, "No way I hit him." We walked over to that area looking around. "Here he is bud", holding up the dead bird, I'd hit it square in the eye.

Another time, my Pop and I were deer hunting, we'd sat down to scan this steep slope for any deer. While scanning, these 2 raven's kept flying over us raising a racket. As they sailed away from us, my Pop said, "If those SOB's come back this way, I'll blow him outta the air." About 10 min. later, here they both came, still a squawking. When they got about overhead, about 200 ft. high and about 40 yards out from us, Pop raised his Rem. 700 '06 up, followed one of them, then BOOM, that raven absolutely exploded ! The tail feathers floated around up there for about 2 min., then started drifting down in a spiral. About 30 seconds later, Pop looked at me and said, "Didn't think the old man could do it did you?"